"These
are my people, quaint
and ancient,
Gentlefolks with their
prim old ways;
This, their leader come
from England,
Governed a State in early
days.
. . . . . . . .
I must vanish with my
ancients,
But a golden web of love
Is around us and beneath
us,
Binds us to our home above." -
JULIA
WARD HOWE.

"OUR
Motherwas once present at
a meeting where there as talk of ancestry
and heredity. One
of the speakers dwelt largely upon the sins
of the fathers. He
drew stern pictures of the vice, the barbarism,
the heathenism of the "good old times,"
and ended by saying with emphasis that he
felt himself "bowed down beneath the
burden of the sins of his ancestors.

Our
mother was on her feet in a flash. "Mr.
So-and-So," she said, "is bowed
down by the sins of his ancestors. I wish
to say that all my life I have been bouyed
up and lifted on by the remembrance of the
virtues of mine!"